taras harp

TARA'S HARP

The harp that once through Tara's Hall the soul of music shedNow hangs as mute on Tara's wall as if that soul were fledSo sleeps the pride of former days so glory's thrill is o'erAnd hearts that once beat high for praise now feel that pulse no more

No more to chiefs and ladies bright, the harp of Tara swellsThe chord alone, that breaks at night, its tale of ruin tellsThis freedom now so seldom wakes, the only throb she givesIs when some heart indignant breaks, to show that still she lives